Quiet room...

[BarryRoad]

*walks in with third cup of coffee to find new e-mail in inbox saying today's meeting is cancelled*

*seriously contemplates going back to bed*

[TillieTrotter]

*saunters in singing I dont like Mondays, I dont like Tuesdays, I dont like Wednesdays ..........*

*spys the slackers in the corner and gives a knowing wink, dont worry Mums the Word*

[Asset]

*slopes in, very bedraggled, two wheels from ED to Queens Park in the rain*

*feeling virtuous though and deserve a drink*

thinks: is it too early for tequila?

*tosses tillie the apostrophes she missed out* ''''

[TillieTrotter]

**Cheers for that Asset, doubled em up just for you**

*As for the tequila, need to give up the drink for a few days methinks*(td)

[Keef]

*Word "tequila" brings back memories from yesterday...... Decides that a couple of detox nights are required before Champions League Final on Wednesday!!!!!!*

*Wonders if any forumites will be in the CPT along with myself and I've-met-jimmy.... Oh and Fear n' boozing who owes me after I cheered on Southampton last Tuesday ;-) *

[citizenED]

*eyes Tillie's undesired Tequila's jeolously. Consults devil on left shoulder. Eyes narrow. Smiles. Then angel on right shoulder pitches in. tsk tsk.*

[TillieTrotter]

*Bloody Angels, always getting in the way of social life*

[citizenED]

*but my sparkling water with twist of lemon is an incredible refreshing sensation (so it says on the bottle)*

[Keef]

*Hands Citizen an ear plug for right ear* ;-)

*Looks at watch, wonders how early work can be escaped....*

[TillieTrotter]

*consult your shoulder buddies Keef*

[Keef]

*Places spare ear plug in right ear*

*Has interesting chat with left ear devil, and decides to leave now* ;-)

[TillieTrotter]

*Good show my boy*

*I dont think a tequila day is in order for you tho!*

*Oops sounding like I should be sitting on your right shoulder*

[Keef]

*Passes Tillie and Citizen shot glasses...... Decides "to hell with it*

[citizenED]

*rummages in trunk in attic for earplugs from last trip. Can't find the buggars. using best non-verbal communication techniques attempts to ask assorted slackers for any spare ones. Finds NVC vocab is, to say the least, not fit for purpose. In desperation grabs knife and lops off right arm. Now that might have been a mistake.*

[Asset]

sunrise for me please (done in sign language so as to remain quiet)

[TillieTrotter]

*Sorry Keef, my Angel is very persistant today, I'll have to pass you up on that one*

[Keef]

*Grabs Tillie's angel and locks it outside on the patio*

[mockney piers]

* wanders in with angel swatter *

~splat~ - ~splat~ - ~splat~

~splat~

....

~splat~

* Starts mixing cocktails, looks up enquiringly *

[TillieTrotter]

*Cheers for that Keef, I feel a great weight lift off of me*

*Its funny how Devils seem to weigh so much less than Angels*

[Keef]

*Gives Piers enthusiastic thumbs up*

[TillieTrotter]

*Gives Piers a reluctant thumbs up*

[Ant]

*appears from a single point in space-time with a slight fwiipp! sound*

*looks pained and is almost immediately sucked back into the single point in space-time from which he emerged, again with a fwiipp! sound*

*curses work before disappearing completely*

[grons]

*saunters in for the first time*

*wispers 'room for a newbie?*

*has a virtual tequila with asset*

*asks, anyone up for a pint?*

[citizenED]

*rummages in bag for sewing kit - attempts emergency surgery on shoulder - thanks for the shot Keef, that should dull the pain. chides self for rash actions. goes to sit on the naughty step.

[mockney piers]

* places selection of ales and lagers, all served at perfect temperature on dessert trolley in front of grons*

* winks encouragingly *